"I can go the distance," said Herc.

"I can go the distance," said Herc.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Life Musings and Utah Arts Fest

Chapter One: Life Musings

Sunday I went to three missionary farewells. That's a lot of church. Whew! But I was very happy to go to all of them because I saw a lot of people from high school I actually don't mind bumping into. (At the pool where I work, I run into a lot of people I'd rather not ever see again.) It got me musing and reminiscing and I've decided a few things:

  1. I would not mind going to my high school reunions. It will be a good study of the changes in our human nature, and I have some friends I'd like to see again.
  2. I do not ever want to do high school again because--
  3. Life after high school, whether you are going to college or working or whatever, is so much better.
Last night while at my ice cream store job, two girls that graduated a year ahead of me came in. I expected at least a "hi" or nod of acknowledgment from one because we sat next to each other for a year in algebra but hey, she didn't act like she knew me. Sometimes I wonder if people from school that see me still in my old jobs think I'm not going anywhere or doing much with my life, which is so not true. I quit those jobs to go to school and when I came home for the summer I discovered that one just isn't enough. (So, ironically, I now have three.)

I really wonder what sort of "smart" and "not-so-smart" choices some of my former schoolfellows have made in the last year or more. A good number are already married, parents, in the military, or in college. I expect at least one is in jail because my class was not the brightest and a few of us had rap sheets even before graduation. What I look forward to about our reunions is seeing those who turned their lives around. That would be an epic story to see, for sure.

Life does not always happen how you expect. Cliche? Yes. But true. Those of us who blasted off to great fanfare and high expectations from everybody will crash. I felt like I was coming close to that several times last school year. There is so much I want to do in my life that I feel like even if I miss a few leaps over the bar I will make plenty enough to have a satisfying finish.

Chapter Two: The Festival I Missed :(

I cannot believe I missed the Utah Arts Festival!!! I had it in my plans and totally missed it. Also, I think I missed the one in Logan because I had it on my calendar for July but actually it was a couple weeks ago. But if you are looking for a great festival with lots of mega artsy stuff, the Utah Arts Festival looks to be it. Here is their link in case you want to look at what it has to offer: Utah Arts Festival.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Why I Enjoy Being A Hopeful Romantic

Heart, are you great enough
For a love that never tires?
O' heart, are you great enough for love?
I have heard of thorns and briers,
Over the meadow and stiles,
Over the world to the end of it
Flash for a million miles.


-Excerpt from "Marriage Morning" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Okay. So I know I just barely posted something (finally, and yes I will get to the Manti Pageant later), but I wanted to briefly talk about this one.

I recently discovered an acquaintance of mine is a huge skeptic about romance. And, it got me thinking. As I was finding out just how much of a pessimist this guy is I grew troubled. What is wrong, may I ask, with believing that love can and does happen? Sure, it usually doesn't come striding up all wet from a swim in the pond wearing tight breeches like Colin Firth, but that does not make a happy ending unlikely. On the contrary, I think that the epic or cute or downright hilarious romance stories that our society has become so accustomed to make us appreciate those sweet moments in our own lives even more.

And then, there is the pansy of a girl who can't stop reading Jane Austen and can't see past the title page to the reality before her. There are women (and I suppose men too) like this and they give romantics a bad rap. Personally, I think being called a hopeless romantic is sorta not right. The weirdos who judge every man they date by Mr. Darcy are hopeless. They can't hope for that sort of thing in their own lives. However, a Hopeful Romantic? That's the majority of the romantic population. We hope that something like that can happen in our lives, and know that even if it is not exactly the way Anita Stansfield would have written it, that mystic whispering touch of romance will be there. And that, my friend, is what truly makes it romantic.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Though wind, and through rain, they still wore kilts



June 12. Thanksgiving Point.
We went to the Scottish Festival and Highland Games of Utah! It was very fun. After driving around lost by the golf course we called in, discovering we were on the wrong side of Thanksgiving Point. Oops. When we finally found the field, the sound of bagpipes greeted us. Cars filled the parking lot and overflowed onto the roadside. Men, women, and wee children in kilts were walking around. Today was going to be a good day!



Many bands played around the fair.

The weather report said thunderstorms were due, and it was cloudy, but the rain held off until we went to the food pavilion. I had a delicious Shepherd Pie. When the mini tsunami came people in kilts put on these really cool ponchos that I can only assume are so nice because they came with the kilts which are European where it rains so much.



Another good piece of news is that when I finally found the House of Stewart's clan table I learned a lot more about my heritage. Yay! Turns out that because of the Jacobian Uprising in the mid 1700's a lot of Scots were deported to work as indentured servants on the King's plantations in America. That's how my ancestors got here.

In addition to a lot of booths selling stuff, there was entertainment on the stages from Celtic bands and Scottish bagpipers. And also there were "strong" competitions of traditional Scottish sport that included lifting a big heavy barley sack with a pitchfork and flinging it over high bar. Cool.

At the end of the day there was the Closing Ceremonies. The massed band marched and played the pipes. We were on the sidelines with a front row seat, which was cool and also--really loud. I think I can add a video so I'm going to try posting it! And the drum major of the Wasatch Pipe Band got to show his stuff with the big baton thingy. Sadly, I didn't get a picture of him flinging it in the air and catching it, but he did some cool stuff.


Indeed. There was an interesting booth that sold stuff that had interesting labels.

Te, he.

A Scottish Deerhound. Everybody and their dog was there. Sorry for the pun.







All in all, it was a great time. Next stop... Manti Pageant.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

NEWS FLASH! NEWS FLASH!

I just thought I'd tell you all... I HAVE 5 FOLLOWERS. Woot. Okay, I will go back to eating the delicious breakfast BFF Elise has made for me. What a nice best friend. Have a lovely morning!

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

WHAT have I been up to lately?

Ohmygosh has it really been so long since I last wrote? I bet you are all (well all three of you, at any rate) perched on the edges of seats, just waiting earnestly for the next chapter in the saga that composes my dreary life. Well...

I now work three jobs. Ugh. Enough said.

But more importantly, the question you have all been asking, I am sure, is...

WHAT AM I READING?

Answer.... (drumroll...) The Scarlet Pimpernel.

Now, I know when you all see that phrase you either think, "what?" or your mind turns to this semi-OK 1982 movie with somewhat alright acting featuring Jane Seymour. Okay. First, the book is so much better than that. And second, the musical is even more amazing. Let's start in chronological order now, shall we?

Baroness Emmuska Orczy, a banished Hungarian living in England, wrote the novel first. However, no one would publish it so she had to claim it was also in play form and the publisher agreed to produce it to stage. It first hit the stage in 1903, and, with some revision, it was put on in London in 1905. The picture to your left is of actor Fred Terry playing, I assume, the main charater Percy (who is the Scarlet Pimpernel) in 1905. Looks terrible, I know, but audiences loved it!

Then, once it was a success (despite critics calling it "old-fashioned"), Orczy was allowed to publish the book.

It was a success and Hollywood has been grabbing at it for adaptations since 1917. It has also been spoofed on a number of times. -Think Daffy Duck as the Scarlet Pumpernickle. And like Daffy, who masquerades as a snuff sniffing aristocrat, Sir Percy Blakeney, the real Pimpernel, is a jolly Englishman who puts on the facade of having an empty head whilst rescuing people from the guillotine in the 1790's French Revolutionary phase in daring escapades. It has also been spoofed upon by Monty Python's Dennis Moore sketch ("He seeks them here, he seeks them there, he seeks those lupines everywhere!") I did not know about that one, and it cracked me up.

And finally, the adaptation that made me love the whole series, the musical! Some diehards are against the musical, but I think it covers the story better than the popular movie (sorry if you are a fan) with Jane Seymour. The musical ran on Broadway from 1997 through 2000, and had national tour as well. The music, by Frank Wildhorn, is amazing. I personally love the song "Hold your head even higher and into the fire we go!" Heck, I just love it all. Yes, it has Chauvelin singing. And yet... some of his songs are the best. The musical truly evokes the dramatic spirit, the passion, and the adventure of the story. I think Orczy would be proud of it if she were alive today.



Recently, I was excited to find that the Terrace Plaza Playhouse will be putting the musical on again this fall! I fully intend to go see it.









How did the Beatles get here? Oh well. Have a nice day.